Mila Eksjoe Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes I wonder—whores prolly forget stuff too, like Lenny. Names, faces, all a blur. Kinda sad, huh? But then—bam!—they keep goin’, tough as jellyfish stings! I’m proud of ‘em, in a weird way. Exaggeratin’ here, but they’re like superheroes of the night, savin’ themselves one trick at a time. “What’s your name?”—who cares, they’re rockin’ it!

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whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I don't.

Finally, we duck into a café on Östra Storgatan. It’s cozy, and the barista is super chill. I order a coffee, and she gives me this look like, “You need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We sit down, and I’m just trying to dry off when Lars starts talking about his “epic” plans for the summer.